“But you are good. You’re just a little naughty,” he whispered back.
“I’m married. Married women don’t want other men.”
“Yes, they do. They just behave like they don’t. Unless…”
“You’re so hard. Unless what?”
“You feel very soft. Unless they have friends they can trust who care about them.”
“I love how your hands feel on me.”
“I want to touch your skin.”
“You’ll have to take it off. I can’t.”
“If you take it off it will tell me you want it.”
She stopped stroking him through his trousers and pulled her top over her head.
“So you want me as much as I want you.”
“Take your pants off so I can feel your flesh,” she ordered.
“I guess that’s an affirmative,” he chuckled, releasing his belt and sliding out of his trouser and briefs in one motion. Her hand immediately found the hardness and stroked him tenderly.
“It so smooth and hard,” she said. “It’s the first cock I’ve felt except for ...”
“You didn’t have any other lovers besides him?”
“He was my first and only.”
“This excites you, then?”
She stroked him tentatively. “I can’t help but wonder…”
“What it would feel like inside you?”
“I’m not supposed to think about things like that. All my upbringing, my morality, my commitment tells me I shouldn’t.”
“And still, you do.”
“Are you a friend I can trust?”
“You know that I am.”
“Do you like how my skin feels under your hands?”
“So much that I’m going to undress you completely.”
She smiled, inhaling the scent of his after-shave as he stripped off her small skirt and panties.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered.
“You do it. Show me you want me exposed to you.”
“All right,” she said, reaching for the top button on his dress shirt.
He leaned over her, planting a tender kiss on her neck while leaving enough room between them for her to work.
“You taste like vanilla and something else,” he said.
“It’s just vanilla,” she told him, her fingers trembling as she struggled with the buttons.
“But there’s something else. I can’t identify it.”
“Vanilla and Elizabeth,” she said, her knuckles knocking gently against his hardness as she worked at the lowest button.
“Be careful, Elizabeth,” he warned, leaning in to give her a more intense kiss on the naked skin of her neck.
She groaned, shivers of arousal running down her body. “You, too, Devin. If you kiss my neck like that, it’ll be all over.” She tugged the shirt off his shoulder and grimaced when the cuffs stalled at his wrists.
“It’s already over, Elizabeth,” he murmured into her neck. “We both know what’s going to happen.”
“It doesn’t have to,” she replied shakily.
“It will, though.”
Elizabeth finally released the shirt from his arms and twirled it triumphantly to the side before tossing it onto a nearby chair. “There!” she exclaimed.
He held her by the upper arms just far enough away to admire her. Her hands reached between his to touch his chest.
“Now what?” he asked gently.
“I don’t know. I want so much.”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“You’re naked here with me. I’m naked with you. What can be embarrassing now?”
“I want to feel you kiss me. I want to feel your lips all over me. I want to taste you all over. I want to feel you’re hard smoothness on my tongue. And I want to feel what it’s like when you enter me.”
He chuckled again. “That’s a lot.”
“I know, I know.”
“We’ll go as slowly as you want. I will only do what you want to do.”
“What are we going to do?” she cried plaintively, grasping the sides of his neck in her hands. He eased toward her and placed his lips on hers, tentatively licking her lips until he felt her tongue extend to touch his own. His hardness pressed against the silky skin of her thigh as his arms enveloped her.
He released her and looked into her sparkling green eyes. “The same. Whatever we want. Delight in each other. Surrender to the taste, the texture, the feel of each other. I can feel your breasts pushing into my chest. I want to taste them and inhale the fragrance of vanilla and Elizabeth. I want to kiss and lick my way down your belly and savor the flavor of your essence. I want you to want me inside you so much that you can’t stand it. I want to hear you moan in ecstasy, groan with arousal, scream with passion.”
Her lips met his and this time, her tongue was enthusiastic as she plunged it into his mouth, searching each sharp edge and smooth texture it could find. When she released him, she was breathless.
“Let’s do it,” she said in an excited whisper. “Take me to your bed and we can consume each other, then we’ll fuck like we’ve never fucked before. I feel your hardness. You want me. I’m gushing with desire for you. Let’s do this.”
They eased toward the stripped bed. He laid her gently on her back and proceeded to kiss every inch of her exposed flesh. She gasped as he took the nipple of her right breast between his lips, pressing his sharp teeth against the engorged flesh and tonguing it up and down, left and right. He shifted to her left breast and repeated the process, eliciting a groan of arousal from her. He knelt over her, kissing and licking his way down her body, pausing to tongue the recess of her navel. From there, his kisses were straight down the midline of her torso, through the tiny landing strip of pubic hair she’d left signaling the approach to her delicate strip. Her hips lifted as his tongue split the labia and searched for the tiny bud of her clitoris. She gasped repeatedly as he tongued the essence of her from her throbbing love nest.
“Enough!” she cried, pushing his shoulder to her left. He got the message and rolled away, lying with arms extended as she rose over him.
Her treatment of him was virtually the same. She kissed his eyes, his temples, and arrived at his lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips she sucked it vigorously, a foretaste of what was to come when she reached his hardness. She bit his nipples, one after the other, and kissed her way down his torso, her tongue leaving tiny trails along his skin. When she delved into his navel, his hips rose involuntarily and she looked up at him and smiled. She followed the trail down the center of his lower abdomen until she could capture the length of his manhood. Her fingers played a delicate tattoo on it as she inspected it, moving it up, down, left and right. She kissed the crown on the side and then licked the tip. She hummed in delight. Again, her eyes rose to his as she slipped the crown between her lips, and gently pressed her teeth against the ridge.
“Be careful,” he gasped.
Her eyes sparkled with a smile as she looked at him and slide his length inside. Her hand collected the weight of his balls and gently juggled them while she licked and supped on his manhood. Her lips slid up his length and back down, lubricated with her own saliva. She hummed delight, making his hips rise involuntarily. She released him slowly, tenderly, almost with regret, pressing kiss after kiss on the head and crown.
“You’re my first,” she whispered, “except for him. He never wants to come this way. He says that’s what whores do. I wanted to be his whore, though. I want to be your whore.”
“Later, maybe,” he protested. “We have, you know, the other thing.”
She lay with her head on his hip, holding his hardness and kissing it irregularly. “I want to taste you. Will there be enough after?”
“After what?”
“After we fuck and you come inside me. Will there be enough so you can come in my mouth later?”
“I think so.”
“All right,” she said, reluctantly. “I shouldn’t have told you I want you to come in my mouth, though.”
“Why not?”
“I’m a nice girl. Whores do that.”
“Nice girls do it, too, you know.”
“With their husbands, maybe.”
“And their lovers.”
“Why do I want to be your whore?” she asked, sucking his crown between her lips one more time.
“Because you believe it will please me?”
She hummed. “I do want to please you.”
“You’ve been doing well so far.”
“Do you think we should fuck now?”
“If you would like.”
“I think I want to feel what your cock is like inside me.”
“You must be sure.”
“I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”
He shook his head. “If you really want it, you should do it.”
“But you have to take me.”
“No. It I did that, it would be me wanting to fuck you.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
He grinned. “Of course. But, for the first time, you should have control. If you don’t want it, you can always stop.”
“I’m not going to stop.”
“Show me.”
Elizabeth rose to her knees and straddled his waist. She reached between her legs and grabbed his hardness. “Like this?” she asked.
He nodded and grinned. “I don’t think you need to ask.”
He felt her move his meat up and down her slit, pausing as it approached her opening.
“You want this?” she asked.
“You look beautiful,” he told her. “Yes. Go ahead.”
She eased his tip inside her. “This is so wrong,” she said.
“Then stop if you don’t want to.”
“But I do want to. It’s wrong and I want it so much.” She lowered herself until he could feel the ring of resistance.
“We’re right there,” he said.
She nodded and pressed further until she could feel him penetrate the magical ring.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” she moaned.
“So you still want it.”
She nodded and pressed on until the full length of him was enveloped within her.
“How can something so wrong feel so good?” she asked.
“It’s the thrill,” he grinned.